See around you still waters,
a concealed pond,
black and glassy-smooth,
a mirror of polished obsidian,
hanging in silence
outside the universe,
reflecting the argent
light of the moon
as it filters through
the limbs of dark, mishapen trees
lined along the banks,
draped by green mosses
and leafy vines bearing
night-blooming flowers
of angel white;

the oars of your delicate craft
disappear into that liquid abyss
which surrounds you,
making no ripple,
and content to drift
with the nebulous and swilring
currents of this Shadow realm
that caress them;

birds twitter faintly
in the dark depths of trees,
filling the warm night air
with songs of ages
faded... gone...
a comforting lilt to
their voices,
creating in your heart
a desire,
to relax,
to let the dimness
wrap you in its
dark wings and fold
you away from
time and pressures,
secure,
quiet,
content to sway with
the motions of the Winds
and the Stars.